Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.